You can talk to strangers,
You can talk to friends,
You can talk to anyone,
But no-one'll comprehend.You can write your thoughts,
Or you can act them out,
You can sing your feelings,
But they won't know what its about.You can pretend its nothing,
Like its not even there,
If you do so, I advise,
My honey, please beware.You may one day find someone,
The one who understands,
But they won't last long enough,
You don't stand a chance.So go on, and fight me,
Fight your old friend named Sadness,
Heed this warning, little one,
I shall come back as Madness.**The lack of flowery words and my blunt statements symbolize how much I really don't care anymore. Screw this shiznit. I'm too pissed.
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Underachieving Poems
PoetryAn ambitious teenage girl with a lack of writing prowess tries poetry. Don't even bother.